watch it! [rashel]

[RAYNE XAVIER SAVAGE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] animal i have become help me believe it's not the real me somebody help me tame this animal - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Rayne had never had an interest in books. He didn't like reading, or anything about language arts, actually. He despised writing, and couldn't give a shit about the difference between a pronoun and an adverb. It was a waste of time. Besides, he'd always been an artist, not an author. Pencil lead was used for drawing, not plotting stories and creating complex characters. The real world was enough. Which was exactly why he felt very out of place when he entered the Page Turners, Manuka's local bookstore. Well, the only one he had knowledge about, anyways. It was the fallen angel's first time here, yet he was relaxed. Comfortable, even. The atmosphere of the shop was quite pleasant, much like that coffee shop he had visited a few times. It was nice. The only real reason why this visit was even made was due to lack of entertainment. It was almost a week since he came to Manuka, and though he settled into his apartment well, his social life wasn't the best. He did spend his nights at the club of daggers, and he did already get into the rhythm of sleeping around, but had not yet met someone worth meeting. Rayne wasn't necessarily looking for friends - wanted none, in fact - but he couldn't quite shake that lonely feeling off. He needed a new distraction, and the Internet or a woman would not suffice. And what better way to waste the time away than reading a book? Not just any book, though. He wanted to read a horror story. Something completely opposite of romance. Maybe renting a scary movie to watch at home would have been a better idea, but the thought of going back now and wasting his energy to even come here was repulsive. Rayne was determined to make this trip worthwhile. Why? Who the hell cares? He had his reasons, even if they were dumb as fuck. Necklace jingling with every movement, the man browsed the walls that were absolutely packed to the fullest capacity with books. Books of everything. All kinds. Every genre, every plot. There were bright, attractive covers, and simpler, duller ones. It had been about ten minutes, and yet he was still looking. In fact, he wasn't even sure what he was searching for anymore. All of this left Rayne feeling rather confused, and a bit dizzy. Apparently much more dizzy because he, completely in thought, ran straight into someone with enough force to knock them down. He stumbled backwards, replying automatically to what had happened. "Hey, watch it!" Even though it was, technically, his fault that the girl fell down. RASHEL. 436 WORDS. OUTFIT. MAKEUP TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.

[RASHEL MACEY DANIELS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 418px; padding: 0px; border-top: 20px solid #151515;][bg=2e4461] [style=background-color: 8e8855;position: relative; padding: 2px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 17px; color: #000000; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; opacity: 0.8]everything i touch turns to stone, the purple haired young woman had always had the hobby on reading books, and tended to be called a book worm by her fellow peers during her achedmy days. it never really bothered her, infact it made her get a gut feeling that she had a shot at making it. she had to have her caffiene in the morning, but it was vandalized by a shot of the alphebat 'o' positive blood. the fragail looking female didn't really have a prephrase on the matter. after she had this type of caffiene now, she is able to about her day without being a complete grouch about everything; she is a caffiene junkie in the morning, though. she wasn't much of a writer, but she did tend to lean towards reading another persons work on anything that wasn't factual, if she could help it. she had always been this way, but she did read factual books when she wanted to educate herself a bit more than she already was, but the thing was she was quite intelligent. she needed a few more novels to add to her collection, one of the rooms in her apartment was being turned into a library of sorts since it was getting to the point where she could feel the walls of it with good reads. she even had a murder mister section, those send her to giggles to being filled with emotions of helplessness. she knew of a place that could suit her fansy, but she would also have to go through the trails of appearing pretty. a pale white bra clasped around her chest, along with a white part of underwear, followed by a pale white dress. she picked up a brown belt wrapping it around her waist, clasping it on her waist to give herself a little more shape. she picked out a pair of boots to wear for the evening out on the townshe put on three necklaces along with a pair of ear rings and a bangled braclet that clasps around her peite little wrist. next was to change out of her red purse into a light brown and dark brown bag, of course it was a bigger purse, but that was beside the point. it wasn't long before she found the beloved store of manuka's very own local bookstore, page turners. to her, her footsteps echoed while she found herself walking towards the romance but changed her course when that type of reading wouldn't satisfy her wanting to read, as of late. it had been awhile since the little hopeless romantic found herself reading a good romance novel; she didn't want to remind herself of her ex-boyfriend, who she thought that loved her. she was starting to believe that vampires weren't meant to be happy but that would also tend to lean towards the cliche pill. she was turning the corner, when something bumped into her causing her to loose her footing and fell down, so much for being graceful. she heard the person yell at her, causing her muscle to tighten as her eyes wondered up to see who it was; she pushed herself up, being careful to keep her underwear from being flashed. she would probably die from embarrassment, if she ever made the mistake of flashing her underwear to anyone. "hey, i'm sorry." she said, with her european accent thickly laced into her every word. it had been six years, but the accent seemed to make it clear that it wasn't going anywhere; it was apart of her now. a low breathe escaped her lips after she lightly nibbled on her bottom lip, she still wasn't use to how american's reacted to this event. "are you okay?" she asked, it was only polite to ask since he seemed to think it was her fault. but that was okay, she had been in a relationship were she was the number one person to be excused of any event that went wrong. [/style] WORDS - 688 - NOTES - outfit! - TAG - vine for rayne [/style]

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[RAYNE XAVIER SAVAGE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] animal i have become help me believe it's not the real me somebody help me tame this animal - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Due to the fact that he was still a bit disorientated from the unexpected collision with the stranger, Rayne really had no reason to get angry, or even irritated. Perhaps a bit frustrated that he would have to put off his plans of finding a worthwhile distractions, but other than that he was actually fine. He hadn't really meant to yell like that, especially in the midst of a bookstore, and definitely not at some random girl. He may have been a total jackass, but he still didn't like to scream at girls for no reason - it wasn't polite. Odd, considering he would never hesitate to make sexual comments to a female. Though he was even more so startled by the apology that slipped past the girl's lips, each word slightly warped by her European accent, causing her to sound quite classy. Rayne found that somewhat confusing because she had bright purple hair. I like it, he found himself thinking after noticing it, giving her a quick look over. She was a rather pretty individual, though seemed to lean more towards a shy personality. And before he could offer to help, she pushed herself back up, making it clear as day that she was used to this happening. Must be a klutz, was the thought he mused over for a minute. "Yeah.. I'm fine," came the fallen angel's hesitant reply, grey eyes fixing themselves upon the stranger. His kinder-than-usual attitude quickly melted away, and he crossed his arms, averting his gaze. "You should watch where you're going next time," he grumbled under his breath, fingers tightening against the skin on his bare arms. Relaxing once more, he turned away. However, he glanced back again, still feeling a bit tense. And the guilt nagged at him. It was such a little thing. Guilt should have been the last thing on the brain. Searching for a distraction, something to keep him from being locked away.. That was his biggest concern. That is what he needed. Getting high as fuck may have been more of an effective stress reliever than one night stands and alcohol, but there was always that chance he would be caught. Rayne probably wouldn't be able to stay sane if he went to jail again. It was worse than the insane asylums he'd been admitted to in the past. And here he was, worrying over someone he didn't even know. This is so fucking gay. Okay, well, shit, that was a stupid thing to think. He was bisexual, so he couldn't really make any cracks about masculinity, especially because he did have a habit of dressing sort of.. feminine, in ways. Definitely not very girly, though. Not like what this girl was wearing; he'd never touch a dress, unless he was taking it off of one of those slutty chicks he usually met at the club. With an audible sigh, Rayne faced the purple-haired stranger again, scratching the back of his neck. Obviously uncomfortable, his gaze fell to the floor instead of making eye contact. "It.. It wasn't your fault, alright?" I fucking hate this. He risked a glance at the girl. "I'm a little out of it. I didn't mean to knock you over, or yell, okay?" Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. If there was something the man hated more than romance, it was apologizing. He didn't favor being vulnerable, or admitting he was wrong. RASHEL. 474 WORDS. OUTFIT. MAKEUP TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.

[RASHEL MACEY DANIELS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 418px; padding: 0px; border-top: 20px solid #151515;][bg=2e4461] [style=background-color: 8e8855;position: relative; padding: 2px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 17px; color: #000000; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; opacity: 0.8]everything i touch turns to stone, It wasn't a hard thing for her to believe that an accident was her fault, she was so use to being blamed when she was with her ex-boyfriend that she probably would have believed him, if he told her that he was a Vampire because of her. Sometimes she felt herself slipping into that state of mind, easier than it was for her to climb out of it. Her eyes were cast among this fellow stranger as she found herself wondering why she had never ran into him before, but not really "run into" sort of thing. A small feeling made her feel like she could play with his dark black hair forever, but she would have never act on that feeling. She never did anything bold, always finding it easier to just blend into the background. At first, he reminded her of someone that she was trying desprately hard to forget and she was slightly terrified; however, that feeling went away just as fast as it came. Once upon a time, Rashel wasn't this shy towards people, but now it was even harder to talk to people because now that she was very aware that there was a war among the supernatral community. She blamed herself for wanting to surprise her ex-boyfriend with a bottle of expensive wine, this was all her fault.. just like it was her fault for being in the way of this stranger. The only bold thing that she was able to do was color her hair the bright colors that she adored so much, but she wished that she would be able to back them up. She really hadn't met a guy that would bring themselves into helping her back up, so she just learned that she had to do it herself. Hearing his response had caused her dark brown eyes to flicker upwards towards his for a moment, with a small smile, "That's good." she replied to him. She had only been a Vampire for about six years now and she really didn't know how to pick out the humans from those who are 'special'. His next comment directing towards her and noticing his posture had caused her to take a step backwards against the book shelf lightly bumping against it, but didn't use enough force to cause it to shake. "I'll try to remember that next time." she responded to him, while keeping her gaze at the floor. She was normally this nervous around guys that seem all big and bad, but that didn't mean that she still didn't want to find what their all about, because she did. The purpled haired girl's parents had always wanted the opposite for her then what rashel found herself doing. She knew if she stayed in Europe much longer, her 'rents would have gotten what they wanted and soon realize that her skin no longer carried out the aging process. At first, that was a perk in the whole ordeal but she feared that it would soon wear on her nerves as much as the aging process would have started to wear on her skin. She didn't drink a lot and wasn't into the party scenes, having sex tended to freak her out, so she didn't openly do that. Little Miss Daniels was far from being the slut of the town and was more towards the middle. Hearing a soft noice escape the strangers lips, caused her to spare a glance back towards his face, and listened to him suddently tell her that it wasn't her fault. A feeling creeped up on her and felt like she was stepping into a trap, but she wasn't the type of person that rudely left in the middle of a conversation, "Alright." she answered him, but really wasn't sure if she believed it, just yet. She listened to his other comment, "Well I hope that you feel better soon, and it's okay." she replied to him. She wanted for a few moments before sticking her hand out, afterall Rashel had manners, "My name is Rashel, by the way.." she said introducing herself. [/style] WORDS - 687 - NOTES - outfit! - TAG - vine for rayne [/style]

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[RAYNE XAVIER SAVAGE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] animal i have become help me believe it's not the real me somebody help me tame this animal - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "...Rayne," he said uncertainly, though did take her offered hand. He gave it a hesitant shake before pulling his arm back to himself, still thinking what she had said. This Rashel was.. odd. Here he yelled at her, and yet she was making sure that he was okay, that he was feeling fine. Things didn't usually work like that. She didn't retaliate. Didn't lash back with a snarky retort, or an insult. That was definitely something new to him. And it immediately grabbed his attention, sparking his curiosity. What kind of person was this girl with the bright purple hair? Fuck, no, stop it, you dumbass. You've been through this before. Getting attached was the last thing he wanted, and here he was, wondering about someone else, and he already had opened himself, just by a tiny fraction. You should have left it at the yelling and gone somewhere else, stupid. And now he was acquainted with Miss Rashel. Another name to remember; she didn't seem like the kind to just leave him alone after this. Though, she appeared to be pretty quiet, and wasn't annoying. Not now, anyways. It can't turn out so bad, right? Of course it could, but he was just humoring himself because he could really use a new distraction. And this person was just interesting enough. "Well, er, Rashel, it's nice to meet you." Ugh, he really wished he hadn't been raised with manners. They always managed to surface in some way when he was outside of the club, and, shit, did they make him feel uncomfortable. Plus, they always made him seem like a good person, which he wasn't. Not really. He wanted nothing to do with other people unless it was sex or someone to party with. He didn't need friends, didn't want them. People would always stab you in the back if given the chance, if given the trust. It was common behavior, and Lord knows he didn't need any more complications in his life. Then why the fuck was he making an attempt to be friendly towards Rashel? All Rayne needed to do was come up with an excuse to leave the bookstore, and then there was a good chance he'd never run into her again. Did he seriously want to connect with someone? Give them the tiniest chance to gain his affection, his trust? He did get lonely... RASHEL. 395 WORDS. OUTFIT. MAKEUP TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.

[RASHEL MACEY DANIELS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 418px; padding: 0px; border-top: 20px solid #151515;][bg=2e4461] [style=background-color: 8e8855;position: relative; padding: 2px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 17px; color: #000000; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; opacity: 0.8]everything i touch turns to stone, Hearing him introduce himself as Rayne, she also felt his soft skin against hers and her grip was light against his and gave it a small shake along with his, before letting go and wrapping her arms around her stomach. She had been free from her ex-boyfriend for six long years, yet she had shown no signs of reverting back to her post-ex self. She lightly nibbled on her bottom lips, while she was pushing back her thoughts considering her apartment wasn't exactly next door. Vunerable is something that she got tired of feeling, but felt like it was so difficult to stay strong in public when she felt so weak. There were far too many times that dear Rashel felt like assholes constantly enjoyed seeing her tear stained checks. A soft breath escaped her lips, trying hard not to cause it to bleed by breaking the skin of it. She had already knew that she wasn't like most girls, she was broken, damaged. She felt like no other guy would ever touch her skin and she would never have love again, no matter how false the one she was use to having. She felt like the dark cloud was lurking in the shadows, and could sense another wave of depression fixing to creep up to ruin her day. Slowly going back to nibbling on her bottom lip, hadn't realized just how much she missed interaction with people. Hearing him tell her that it was nice to meet her, she did a slight smile and felt a warming sensation rising against her cheeks, "It's nice to meet you, too, Rayne." she replied to him. Sometimes she felt like strangers tried to keep her talking so they could listen to her accent, and then she would turn into a blushing mess. "so were you looking for a mystery novel?" she asked, lightly gesturing towards the bookshelf behind her, taking a step away from it, but keeping arm distance away from him. She could already pinpoint the exact novels that she had previously already enjoyed and knew that she could easily start helping him pick out something, but that was far against her nature. She wasn't bold, as much as she wished she would be able to be. Sometimes she felt like her eating disorder wanted back into her lip, but logically she knew that if she stopped drinking blood.. she would be found dead in her apartment or something. She desperately wanted to feel pretty, again. [/style] WORDS - 418 - NOTES - outfit! - TAG - vine for rayne [/style]

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[RAYNE XAVIER SAVAGE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-left:16px; padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2nbr3oi.jpg) ] animal i have become help me believe it's not the real me somebody help me tame this animal - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Um, no, actually.." Shit. What was he looking for again? Shelf after shelf of books and the colors and titles and-- fuck, everything here confused him to no end. This is why he didn't like libraries, or bookstores, or reading. Just finding a book was hard. Why didn't he just go to art museum or something to fill his time? He liked art. He didn't like books. "I have no idea," Rayne admitted, running his fingers through his dark, thick hair, the silky strands running smoothing between them. "I don't read for enjoyment very often, so I don't really knows what's good or not." Of course he wasn't keeping track of what was defined as a "good read" or shit like that. Maybe sticking to the clubs and picking up chicks was more his forte. It was, but... Okay, so he was getting a little tired of the same old thing, same routine every day. Who wouldn't? But he wasn't very fond of change, either, which was always so damn conflicting and it annoyed the hell out of him when eh couldn't make up his mind. He always settled on keeping things predictable, but sometimes that wasn't entertaining. Not distracting enough. Fighting was a fun hobby, but, shit, did that last guy at the bar make it hurt, even though the angel, in the end, was the victor of that particular brawl. Physical pain was a welcomed guest in his company, however that got old every now and then, too. He needed distractions, good distractions that would last him for a while, perhaps a few weeks, and, hell, he'd be lucky if it was even for a month or two. Manuka seemed to be the right place for him, why being the biggest mystery to him, yet nothing has happened, nothing has changed. Rayne was on the verge of just screwing it and traveling the country to find his damn distractions. There were plenty of amazing extreme sports in other parts of America, other parts of Maine, even. RASHEL. 336 WORDS. OUTFIT. MAKEUP TEMPLATE BY OH SO COOPERNATURAL ! @ CAUTION.

[RASHEL MACEY DANIELS]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 418px; padding: 0px; border-top: 20px solid #151515;][bg=2e4461] [style=background-color: 8e8855;position: relative; padding: 2px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 17px; color: #000000; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; opacity: 0.8]everything i touch turns to stone, Her hands fell down to her sides smoothing out the dress that she was currently wearing, one ofher hands knocked the tassles that was dangling off the belt loop causing it to sway a little. Hearing his response on the mystery novel, she tilted her head slightly causing her bangs to fall out of her face revealing her deep brown eyes filled with curiousity, at this point. Her bottom lip was being lightly nibbled on while her eyes left him to the shelf, and pointed to one after reading the title, "That ones good, for a mystery novel. The killer isn't a sterotype." she suggested, in case mystery novels did peek his interest and she didn't know what he had previously already read. Hearing his response about not reading for enjoyment, "Oh, well I kinda..sorta do." she admited in her way. 'kinda, sorta' meant in her world that it nulled each other out but she was too shy to fix it. Her nerves were in high gear, because she really didn't want to recomment a book that he wouldn't enjoy reading when he wasn't even a bookworm, like she was. Her definition of good and his could be two complete different things. Reading was all that she had left that she enjoyed doing while from her past. It was something that still connected her to the human Rashel, because she no longer had asthma after the painful process of becoming a Vampire. Sometimes, she finds herself missing her eating disorder and takes in the bare minimum of blood. "What books do you do read?" she asked, knowing her she probably could point him towards the section that could find his pleasure novel. Sometimes, she still got twisted around in town, but things like the library and a book store was something that she knew where everything was located. It was like how teenagers tend to know where everything is at in the local business Walmart when it's a small town and there is nothing else better to do, other than get knocked up by some douchebag. Luckily, she was from the United Kingdom and would rather drink tea then waste her time going to Walmart and getting lost. To put it nicely, she could be called a damsel and she desprately needs to be rescued, one day. [/style] WORDS -390 - NOTES - outfit! - TAG - vine for rayne [/style]

table credited to madame marianna @ caution 2.0